Some people may argue that distance makes the heart grow fonder. Others may live by the saying 'out of sight, out of mind', but I believe that if you meet somebody and you realize that your souls click together, that the feeling is instant and that you don't know how you have gone your entire life without knowing them, distance is a mere inconvenience.
I have a best friend from Northern Ireland.
We met last summer through mutually working at Rocky Mountain National Army Cadet Summer Training Center, in Cochrane Alberta, and I don't know how I had ever fully lived without her. I remember the first day that I arrived. She was the first person that I met, and by the end of the night we were talking as if we were old friends. It amazed me how much we were alike despite the fact that we come from two culturally different backgrounds. We shared countless laughs, sorrows and joys. We basked over boys and had a bounty of adventures. We marveled over each others insanity, but it was okay. She accepted my addiction to baby-food (to the point of supporting it), and I accepted her unnatural obsession with Cocoa Butter. I actually went as far as buying a tub of the stuff when I got home, just to have the familiar smell of happier times, the smell of nostalgia. She had held back my hair when I ate one too many snow cones at the Calgary Stampede, spewing the entire contents of my stomach into a nearby trash can, and we bonded over Jodi Picoult. Getting to know this girl was the best thing that could have happened to me during that summer. Deep down, we knew that it was going to come to an end, but neither of us wanted to believe that it was coming so quickly.
As the 6 weeks that we spent together quickly came to an close, and I found myself in a pool of my tears not knowing how to handle the fact that I was hyperventilating when she finally had to leave. As we said our drawn out goodbyes, I thought that I was going to lose an amazing friend forever, that this was truly the end, and things would never be the same again. I am so happy that I had been wrong.
For me, distance had been but a minor inconvenience. Thanks to the magical invention of Skype, and the fact that we read the same books at the same time so we can relate, we are as close as ever. Despite the fact that she lives on the other side of the ocean, in 'wee' county Tyrone, and I live in Newfoundland, she still remains one of my closest friends. Ashleigh may be out of sight, but there's no way that she will ever be out of my mind, or out of my heart.
Can't wait to see you this Christmas, Ash!
You're the greatest. <3
I have a best friend from Northern Ireland.
We met last summer through mutually working at Rocky Mountain National Army Cadet Summer Training Center, in Cochrane Alberta, and I don't know how I had ever fully lived without her. I remember the first day that I arrived. She was the first person that I met, and by the end of the night we were talking as if we were old friends. It amazed me how much we were alike despite the fact that we come from two culturally different backgrounds. We shared countless laughs, sorrows and joys. We basked over boys and had a bounty of adventures. We marveled over each others insanity, but it was okay. She accepted my addiction to baby-food (to the point of supporting it), and I accepted her unnatural obsession with Cocoa Butter. I actually went as far as buying a tub of the stuff when I got home, just to have the familiar smell of happier times, the smell of nostalgia. She had held back my hair when I ate one too many snow cones at the Calgary Stampede, spewing the entire contents of my stomach into a nearby trash can, and we bonded over Jodi Picoult. Getting to know this girl was the best thing that could have happened to me during that summer. Deep down, we knew that it was going to come to an end, but neither of us wanted to believe that it was coming so quickly.
As the 6 weeks that we spent together quickly came to an close, and I found myself in a pool of my tears not knowing how to handle the fact that I was hyperventilating when she finally had to leave. As we said our drawn out goodbyes, I thought that I was going to lose an amazing friend forever, that this was truly the end, and things would never be the same again. I am so happy that I had been wrong.
For me, distance had been but a minor inconvenience. Thanks to the magical invention of Skype, and the fact that we read the same books at the same time so we can relate, we are as close as ever. Despite the fact that she lives on the other side of the ocean, in 'wee' county Tyrone, and I live in Newfoundland, she still remains one of my closest friends. Ashleigh may be out of sight, but there's no way that she will ever be out of my mind, or out of my heart.
Can't wait to see you this Christmas, Ash!
You're the greatest. <3
